Chapter  47

What Lin Wan’er and Ruoruo just saw stunned them speechless. Although the two of them both knew about Fan Xian slaying an eighth-ranked master on Niulan Street, watching him rush down from a cliff was something completely different from their understanding of martial arts.

Precise, composed, powerful—those were the impressions that hit them.

To the elder brother whom she had always admired, Fan Ruoruo yelled out – despite being much calmer than Lin Wan’er, "Xian, how did you do that?"

Fan Xian walked over from the grass. Looking at the two girls, he shook his head while patting theirs. "This is just my daily training." He believed that had they witnessed Wu Zhu’s sheer drop from the cliffs of Danzhou, what he just did would have seemed like nothing.

He then frowned, "What are you doing here so early? There are wild beasts in these mountains."